Imamah and Ten Gallon Hats

Sweetest silence echoes softly from the lips of babes and men,

Dripping crimson, scarlet memory onto the barren path,

But a child sleeping peacefully beneath the fading starlight.

In Kansas lies the cowboy king in all his pallid glory,

Bankrupt of all his well intents and all his shining armor,

Lonely stranger tells the tale of unforgiven horrors.

Perhaps soon they both shall meet and walk among the ashes,

take a sip of awful cup and weep for ill-wrought folly.